Cool it.

Tonight, my FIL & SIL ate supper with us. (We had breakfast for dinner, because I know you're wondering.)

LM did not nap today (don't think I didn't put her down, I most certainly did, but she wanted no part of that and she just never went to sleep) so she was really really tired by 6:30 (which was also about 45 mins later than we normally eat). SIL (otherwise known as Choo-choo, which is a seperate blog post all together) and I were sitting with her encouraging her to finish up her pancakes and fruit. She had been very fussy all during supper, and I finally figured out that she really just wanted some more scrambled eggs.

I put some more on her plate, and she gave me a thumbs up and said, "Cool." At least I think that's what happened, while Choo-choo and I were trying to figure out if that's what she really actually said, Choo-choo started playing their new special game.

[LM picks up an object- in this case her pacifier. Choo-choo says, "That's my paci." LM says, "No, MY 'fier." Choo-choo says, "No, it's my paci." LM: "MY 'fier." And so it continues. On and on and on.]

So Choo-choo says, "Hey, LM, that's my paci."

And LM says...

"NOT Cool."

At least I think that's what she said.

V-I-C-T-O-R-Y!

LM is becoming quite the independent woman, and she love to do things for herself. It actually started about three months ago when I tried to put her paci in her mouth for her at bedtime and she grabbed it out of my hand and screeched, "I do ih." Gotcha, kiddo. And we have repeated this ritual every single night for the last 90 days.

Recently, she's started wanting to snap the top buckle of her carseat by herself (and interestingly enough, I cannot get BigM to get in her seat to snap the top buckle on her seatbelt to save my life.) LM will now cry if I get in a hurry or forget and do it myself. All we have to say is, "Let's get in the car" and she will run to the door yelling, "Sea-bell-buckle!"

Which is an actual shout out to Dora the Explorer. (You thought you were done hearing about her, didn't you? Wish it were so, believe me.) Whenever Dora and Boots climb into any mode of transportation, they always say, "Seat belts buckled- so we can be safe!" To top it all off, any time LM completes a task on her own, she now says, "Da-da-da-da-da-da- I dee it... Yay!" So yes, she sings herself the Dora Victory song to celebrate all her accomplishments. All of them.

I still can't decide whether that makes me want to laugh or put a permanent ban on all television programs.

Luck o' the Irish

Did the silly leprechan come to your house last night? He definitely came here, and he caused some serious mischief.

First, he moved BigM from her bed to the other bed in her room. Who knew that a little creature as small as your thumb could pick up someone BigM's size? I surely didn't.

Then, he went in the playroom and put rain boots on BigM's baby doll and shin guards on the stuffed horse and set up a tea party for Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head.

Finally, he went in our kitchen and dyed our juice green. He left a little note for the girls on the kitchen table, thanking them for letting him play with all their toys last night.

I have to admit, I do feel a little sorry for the guy, because he also got blamed for a few tricks that he wasn't actually responsible for.

He did not throw all of the dirty clothes on the floor right next to LM's hamper, leaving the hamper completely empty. I do not know how on earth that happened, because that makes no sense, but according to BigM, the leprechan did it. Sounds about right to me.

He also did not open all of the drawers in LM's dresser, but again, he's taking the fall for that one too.

He most certainly did not take every single thing out of BigM's Strawberry Shortcake box and leave them all over the floor in her room. (I know exactly who did that and her initials are L.M. but hey, I'm not about to argue with a three year old- we all know that gets you nowhere.)

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

Ah-choo!

So, I have a cold for the first time in about a year.

(And I also recently realized this is the first Spring in 5 years that I haven't been pregnant or breastfeeding: Hello, Seasonal Allergies, I'd like to reaquaint you with our old friend, Allegra.)

I've been coughing my fool head off, and every time I cough, which actually happens every 2.4 minutes, LM says, "Bess-oo."

I tell her, "Thank you sweetheart,"

and she says, "Weh-com."

That's some good medicine right there.

Flashdance

I just thought you might like to see what I deal with on a daily basis, you know, to walk a mile in my moccasins or whatever.

She did this all by herself. Well, actually, her partner in crime (aka BigM) may or may not have helped her get dressed. And no, she's not wearing any pants.

Ice, Ice Baby

LM has finally gotten tall enough to reach the automatic dispenser on our refrigerator.

As evidenced by the rush of water that (according to her cries of distress) not only got her hair and face soaking wet, but threatened to drown her in the process.

It probably doesn't help that I can't stop laughing at her.

I'm not even going to bother with the lock feature for two reasons:

1. I'm hoping she will remember getting hit in the face with freezing cold water and think twice about doing it again

2. She'll forget, and do it again, because I still can't stop laughing at her.